ICE QUEENS

It's December and I've had a yearning. Normally at this time of year, I feel that I want to have a boyfriend because who doesn't want a lover during the festive period? If only for the gifts and Xmas fucking. (it's always better when there's tinsel around) However, the past few days have been eyeopening in a different sort of way. I don't want a boyfriend at Xmas, I'd sooner watch Season 1 of Sex and the City - and I am!

This show is a celebration of being single, having sex, not having sex, being in a relationship, experimenting and being utterly fabulous. It warms my cockles on a cold December night to live my life vicariously through these women especially when I've had not one but two silly queens bringing me down as though suicide is the only option of escape from a bad conversation.

Firstly, Penfold at lunch yesterday went on and on about me being single and not really ever having a long term relationship. Lunch was ok however as I wasn't too bothered about it. I told Penfold to snap out of it as getting into a deep and heavy chat with a lunch friend is only required when asked - and he wasn't asked.

I thought that was the end of it and then last night in Polo was chatting to a guy I met in Manchester in August. He's 24 and only been out for a year and just the right side of manly and sexy whilst being fun enough to dance a lot and not give a fuck about what people think of his poor moves on the disco floor. So anyway, as I was leaving last night, i said goodbye etc and he starts harping on about how there's never anyone nice out for him to pull and is this what the rest of his life will be like, ie - drinking in bars and not having a man to go home to or with at the end of the night. My good old voice of experience came to the fore and quickly told him to build a bridge and get over it. Maybe it's me, but there's more to life than a man and if that's all I've got to worry about then I'm done for. Don't get me wrong, I like to think there is someone out there for me but I've decided not to get myself hung up on it all. Life's a journey and what's going to happen will happen - Mr Right may be close by but Mr Wrong or lot's of Mr Wrong's can provide fun aswell. I see some friends who are in relationships and aren't too happy or try to change the person they're with and I thank god I'm me.

Now that's a bit heavy duty so on a lighter note, after lunch yesterday, Cam and I headed to George Square in Glasgow where every year they set up an ice rink and we spent a good twenty minutes laughing at everyone falling on the ice. Immature? Very but very funny all the same.